House Sonador Sable Foundry and Residential Nexus
D'Qar, Ileenium System
Sanbra Sector, Outer Rim Territories
Aboard the Azure Alcyone
The starship had breached into the planet's atmosphere, and was flying a mere couple of thousand kilometers above sea level. Its captain, a Zeltron male by the name of Spek Zhio, was making sure not to go over a speed of nine hundred fifty kilometers per hour. If any modern database even had the specifications for such an ancient ship, that would be the value stated under 'top atmospheric speed'.
The Azure Alcyone, was born out of the dead husk of an YT-1930 transport. Under the hood, the ship was on par with everything else that the best dry docks in the galaxy had to offer. Although, more so in terms of speed and maneuverability, than fire power. Still, if sabacc had taught Zhio anything, was that you never reveal your hand until you were sure that the pot was yours.
Best to let whoever - or whatever - might be reading the ship's approach, think that he was really at the helm of a relic from a bygone era.
As the Alcyone was flying over the floodplains, on her final approach towards the landing pad of House Sonador, Spek motioned at his co-pilot and handed them control over the vessel. He got up from the pilot's seat, retrieved his golden-embroidered red jacket from the back of it, and put it on. Doing so, while gazing through the cockpit's viewport at the converging cityscape. A skyline broken by inverted icicles, like a reflective gray and blue behemoth, scratching at the sky.
He turned around, brushing a control panel with his hand as if caressing it, and said to his ship, "LC-1, set your transponder code to the Corellian, and send the proper authorization codes for docking."
The control panel's lights blinked rhythmically, for a brief moment. As if the ship was answering him.
"That's my girl!"
If not for being Force sensitive, Zhio would not even feel that minor change in velocity brought upon his mass, thanks to the inertial dampers canceling the brusque deceleration of the starship.
They were close to docking now.
After checking on the condition of his speeder bike, parked against the port side cargo bay, at the stern of the ship, he climbed on top of it and placed both hands on the handlebars. Before that, while on its way there, Spek had gathered his personal belonging from his captain's quarters. Which included his blasters, lightsaber, and vibrosword. All casually concealed beneath his long jacket, barring the sword, displayed at the hip.
He awaited for the ship to dock, and its bay doors to open.
Osric Tev Sable
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